Thursday, 10 October 2013

In Harnony by Helena Newbury Blog Tour: Excerpt & Giveaway

Everyone expects her to succeed...Karen
plays the cello like an angel, and it’s the only thing that makes her
truly feel alive. But her father’s dream—for her to join a prestigious
orchestra—leaves no time in her life for anything but music...not even
love. Trapped on her path, she doesn’t know how to rebel.

Everyone expects him to fail...Connor
plays rock guitar like the devil himself, and his ability has got him
all the way from a dead-end life in Belfast to a scholarship at Fenbrook
Academy. But beneath his arrogance and charm, he doesn’t believe he has
what it takes. He’s spent his time in New York drinking and partying,
and the only future he sees is a return to Ireland as soon as he flunks
out.

But what no one expects...When Karen’s duet partner is
injured, the bad boy guitarist and the shy, sheltered cellist are forced
to team up. Neither likes the idea, but what begins as anger and
distrust slowly spirals into love...and lust. If they can face up to
their feelings, they might just have a chance together. If Connor will
allow Karen to stop his fall, maybe he can show her a life she never
thought possible...

Excerpt:

People think that actors must be cruel- they are effectively the cool kids, after all, so it follows that they'd bully the geeks- the musicians. But they don't look down on us so much as wrinkle their perfect foreheads and wonder why we can't just be calm and confident and outgoing like them - as if it was that easy. I got a few pitying expressions and two of them walked over to help.

At that moment, someone opened the door from the outside and I went stumbling backwards- right off the edge of the top step. Dragged down by the cello's weight, I fell with a surprisingly loud scream, my head heading for the sidewalk-

I snapped to a halt, the cello case pressing hard into my back. I was lying in mid air, face up, feet skittering at the top step. Almost of all my weight was held by one shoulder strap, stretched out in front of me and anchored by....

I followed the strap with my eyes. A fist, grabbing the nylon. A strong wrist, skim almost as pale as mine. A cracked leather jacket. I got all the way to the shoulder and his tight powerful frame before it clicked.

Oh no.....

I looked up into his face. Blue- gray eyes, like a lazy summer's day that's darkening into a storm. Hair cut short and messy, glossy black against his pale skin. And the lips- those soft, full lips that had been the downfall of so many Fenbrook girls in dowtown rock clubs or at drug-fuled parties. Even now, they were twisting into a smirk.

Connor Locke.

"I seem to have you helpless," he told me, and his broad Belfast accent made it sound at once both innocent and absolutely filthy. The actors who'd been coming to help reached the doorway and stopped there, smiling.

"Would you like me to you down on your back?" he asked, at least partially for their benefit. "Or should I pull you up against me?"

Helena
Newbury is a New Adult Romance author with a love of bakingly hot
summer days, strawberry gelato, good coffee and interesting people.
Unlike the characters in her books, Helena cannot dance, act or play
anything (though she is substantially more flexible since she started
writing Dance For Me and
tried doing dancer’s stretches, so she's hoping that something will rub
off on her from each book).

Helena
writes in a very noisy, very busy coffee shop which means she sometimes
end up mainlining caffeine to keep her seat. You’ll know when this
happens because she’ll still be on Twitter that night at 4am.

She loves meeting and talking with other authors, traveling to new places and discovering new books.